Chapter 208 Disappointment
That person knows the existence of "Mr. Xin"?
Xin You picked up the cup of tea and took a sip indiscriminately.
He Qingxiao looked at her with worry hidden in his eyes: "I suspect that Mr. Song Ling is Mr. Xin."
Xin You tightly held the teacup.
That person is smarter than expected.
"Miss Kou."
Xin You looked at the person who called her softly: "Huh?"
"I speculate that Mr. Song Ling is still in the capital, and ordered me to dig three feet to find him."
Xin You was silent for a moment, and asked: "Then, is Mr. He sure to find it?"
"This is what I want to ask Miss Kou. Miss Kou thinks I can find Mr. Songling? Do you want me to find it?"
If someone else said this, Xin You would only think it was a threat. But the person opposite had a sincere look and gentle eyes, and she knew that he was really asking her what she thought.
He knew that Mr. Song Ling was Mr. Xin, and Mr. Xin... was her.
"Master He, I have a question, I don't know if you are inconvenient to answer it." Xin You didn't answer He Qingxiao's words immediately.
"Miss Kou, please tell me."
"What is the reason for killing Gu Changbo so quickly today? What thoughts can he reveal about Concubine Shu and King Qing?"
He Qingxiao shook his head slightly: "The Sacred Heart is unpredictable, what plans I have for Concubine Shu and Prince Qing today, I have not revealed it."
"At least for now, he doesn't plan to make public the murder of Aunt Xin by Guchangbo's mansion, does he?"
He Qingxiao showed apologetic expression: "Maybe it's because I know of Mr. Xin's existence today, and I want to wait until I find Mr. Xin."
Xin You sneered on her lips: "If you find the first prince, maybe you will punish Concubine Shu's mother and son. If you can't find it, how can a son as old as King Qing still make do with it?"
It's really not a disadvantage.
He Qingxiao could see Xin You's anger, but he didn't completely follow her meaning and said, "Maybe Miss Kou guessed this way, or it might be because of the worry that if the news about Mr. Xin is leaked, some people will be detrimental to Mr. Xin. A direct prince The existence of it will indeed affect many people."
"From this point of view, it is a good thing that Mr. He found Mr. Song Ling earlier." Xin You's tone was light.
He Qingxiao looked at her deeply, his eyes were as clear as spring water: "If possible, I hope that Mr. Song Ling stays away from the land of right and wrong, and lives in the mountains and rivers."
Be the wanton teenager that those witnesses said.
Xin You heard this and smiled: "Unfortunately not."
Since that person is only willing to kill Gu Changbo, she can do it herself.
At this moment, He Qingxiao didn't know what kind of decision Miss Kou had made. He felt a little pity about the answer, but more of an understanding.
"No one in this capital knows Mr. Song Ling's appearance. If he can't find anyone for a while, will he make things difficult for Mr. He?"
"Won't."
Even if she can, it's not something that Ms. Kou should worry about.
"That's good."
Seeing Xinyou's calm face, He Qingxiao asked, "What is Miss Kou's plan for the future?"
Xin You didn't want to bring He Qingxiao into it, and said with a faint smile: "Let's wait and see what happens. Look at Gu Changbo's funeral, and see what will happen if you can't find Mr. Song Ling."
Hearing Xin You said to wait and see what happens, He Qingxiao felt relieved a little, took out a scroll from his sleeve and spread it out.
Seeing the boy in the painting, Xin You's eyes widened slightly.
That is the "Mr. Xin" after her disguise.
"I asked the artist to paint it based on the descriptions of several witnesses."
Xin You took a few more glances: "It's really like it, the artist has superb painting skills."
He Qingxiao put away the painting, and gently reminded: "At Jinlinwei, those who were ordered to look for Mr. Song Ling have seen this portrait."
"I see, thank you, Mr. He, for reminding me."
"Then I'll take my leave first." He Qingxiao's eyes stayed on the girl Qingjia's face, silently swallowed the words of comfort, and said, "If Miss Kou needs any help, you can come to me."
Xin You stood up and knelt to him: "Thank you, Mr. He, I'm fine for now."
Since she can't count on that person, she will come by herself. The road ahead is dead, so there is no need to involve irrelevant people.
Xin You personally sent He Qingxiao out of the bookstore.
The spring is bright and beautiful, and the man in red clothes has beautiful eyebrows and eyes like spring.
Master He is so pretty.
Xin You took a deep look at him, smiled and waved his hands.
He Qingxiao nodded in response, and rode away.
Seeing that Xinyou hadn't moved for a long time, Xiao Lian called out, "Girl?"
"Xiao Lian, walk with me."
The streets are covered with green grass, weeping willows form waterfalls, and flower girls walk through the streets and alleys, shouting sweetly.
After walking for some time, Xin You stopped and looked at a mansion in the distance.
At this time, the gates of Guchangbo Mansion are open in all directions, and it is completely white, and people come in and out from time to time. Several people came on horseback and stopped in front of the door. The leader was King Qing.
Xin You supported the deep-rooted locust tree and watched King Qing enter Guchangbo Mansion.
Crying came faintly.
Xin You stood silently for a while, and said to Xiaolian on the way back, "We will go to Qianying Mountain tomorrow."
Let Kou Qingqing rest in peace, so she can concentrate on doing her own things.
After the news of Gu Changbo's death was thoroughly spread among the officials and dignitaries, people quietly inquired about it but couldn't get a glimpse of it, and they were embarrassed for a while.
Do you want to go to mourn?
If you don't go to mourn, you will offend King Qing. Going to offer condolences, there was obviously another reason for Gu Changbo's death, what if the emperor was dissatisfied?
This Gu Changbo, after death, still has to pose a problem to others.
So some close relatives came to the house to express their condolences, and those who were not far or near sent their housekeepers over. And it would be too shabby for a person of Gu Changbo's status to pass away normally and have a funeral.
The mood of the people in Guchangbo's mansion, the officials didn't care too much about it, they soon found that Jinlinwei was everywhere on the street, as if they were looking for something.
This made everyone more anxious, and some people who had a good relationship with the commander of Jinlinwei tried to inquire.
The Commander of Jinlin Guard, surnamed Feng, is a middle-aged man in his forties. Hearing this, he sighed: "The Marquis is in charge of all these matters. I, the Commander, can't get in the way."
Look for Changle Hou He Qingxiao to inquire?
No, no, no, if it gets to the emperor's ears, I'm afraid it will be the next Uncle Guchang.
The death of Gu Changbo set off an undercurrent among hundreds of officials and nobles. Xin You ignored it, and took Xiaolian with her the next morning, and drove to Qianying Mountain.
Just like that time, they first went to that small village to visit the old couple who saved Xin You.
"Young lady is a noble person, why don't you come to see us two old guys all the time."
The old woman also said: "That's right, the girls send rice noodles and meat eggs on New Year's Day, we really don't know what kind of luck we have—"
Xin You held the old woman's hand: "Grandma Wang, don't say that, it's my luck to meet you."
After talking affectionately for a while, leaving behind the supplies they brought, the old couple sent Xinyou to the entrance of the village.
The carriage got on the official road, turned a corner shortly after, and went straight to Qianying Mountain.
The emperor has the concerns of the emperor, and the grapefruit has the stubbornness of the grapefruit. They are not perfect people. In addition, the emperor in this book is the founding king of the country. He has enough prestige and control, so he can kill the old officials neatly, and replace it with the emperor who has not been firmly established. Naturally, this is not the way of writing. It is partly based on Zhu Yuanzhang. . I tried my best to write in line with the logic of the setting, and I must be lacking in writing skills and knowledge, sorry.
(end of this chapter)